A Car for Three Months' Salary

"I have a friend in Japan. He just bought a fourth-generation SI version Civic and often goes racing up Mount Akina with people."

Li Ye recalled how, when Old Song had called him a few days ago, Old Song had said he had suddenly taken a liking to racing. Li Ye had found it utterly unbelievable.

You were already an old man in your sixties, slow with your hands, slow with your feet, slow with your eyes—why had you become obsessed with racing?

After hearing Li Ye's words, Guan Liang questioned him, "You have a friend in Japan, so why not have him sponsor you and go abroad to Japan?"

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Li Ye smiled faintly. "Why should I go overseas? So many people talk about overseas like it's heaven, but in truth, heaven and hell are separated by only a single thread. Our homeland is still the best!"

"Li Ye, those words aren't from your heart, are they?" Guan Liang said with the corner of his mouth twisted. "I have classmates overseas too. One of them told me for certain that two or three months' salary was enough to buy a used sedan. But what about us? Compared to us, isn't overseas heaven?"

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Feeling the doubtful gazes cast his way, Li Ye slowly said, "It's true that overseas, three months' salary can buy a used car,"

"but I think that if we can spend twenty years making it possible for young people in the mainland to buy a used sedan with three months' salary too, that would be far more meaningful—and far more worth doing. Right?"

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Everyone fell silent.

Though their hearts were still full of doubts about Li Ye's words, they had to admit that if Li Ye's wish could truly be realized, it would be immensely